At noon on the 15th, in the kitchen of Bihailanting 1502.
Xu Youyu wore an apron and stood next to Li Luo, helping him with the attack.
After five or six consecutive days of cooperation, the two of us now have a better and better understanding in the kitchen.
Basically, as soon as Li Luo raised his hand, Xu Youyu knew what he wanted, and quickly picked up the thing and handed it over.
Although it was quite hot in the kitchen when cooking, Xu Youyu enjoyed it and enjoyed this tacit happiness.
It seems that there is some new content to write about the kitchen scene that has been used many times before.
"By the way, did you go home after lunch?" Xu Youyu asked, "There are obviously still two or three days until New Year's Eve."
"Xixi and the others are back tonight," Li Luo said. "Tomorrow I have to go shopping for the New Year with my parents and Xixi's family, and then go back to the countryside the day after tomorrow."
"That's right." Xu Youyu nodded, "I'm a little envious. Our family spends the Chinese New Year here, and it doesn't even feel like a New Year."
"Aren't you going back to your hometown during the Chinese New Year?" Li Luo asked.
"Well..." Xu Youyu blinked and said softly, "My grandparents passed away a long time ago, and my father is actually not a local. My grandfather studied in Hehe Province when he was young, and was later sent away by the country.
I studied abroad and was invited to stay at Qianjiang University after I returned home."
"So after my grandpa left, my dad basically had no relatives, so he was considered the only one."
"My mother's family is quite large, but my mother's hometown was demolished a long time ago. Everyone has spread their business in Yuhang City, and there is no fixed hometown."
"On New Year's Eve, my mother will bring my grandparents home to have a New Year's Eve dinner together. Then in the next few days, she will walk around with a few familiar relatives, and there won't be much else."
"So that's it." Li Luo pretended that it was the first time he heard about it and nodded.
In fact, Li Luo had heard Xu Youyu tell the truth once in his previous life.
"Speaking of which, when you go back to your hometown to celebrate the New Year, won't it feel like a New Year?" Xu Youyu couldn't help but asked curiously, "I've read various books and film and television materials, and there are many descriptions. Unfortunately, I haven't experienced it myself.
During the Chinese New Year, my family would just go downstairs and set off some firecrackers."
"Actually, it's just like that." Li Luo chuckled twice, "It means worshiping ancestors, having New Year's Eve dinner, and setting off firecrackers. It's just that it will be more lively when there are more people."
"I'm envious." Xu Youyu couldn't help but sigh, and brought the dishes cooked by Li Luo to the dining table outside.
Li Luo followed him out, and then said: "I made an appointment with Zhusheng, saying that during the Spring Festival, I would invite her to the countryside to play. If you are interested, you can come with her then."
"Eh? Is that okay?"
"What's wrong?" Li Luo said with a smile, "It only takes thirty or forty minutes to get there by taxi. It's not a remote place. There are quite a few empty rooms in my grandfather's house."
"Then I'm not polite?" Xu Youyu raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested, "When will Zhusheng come back? I'll contact her then."
"We should be getting on the plane soon." Li Luo looked at the time and said, "I'll probably land late at night."
As he said this, Li Luo's cell phone vibrated several times.
It was a message sent on QQ.
Li Luo opened it and saw that Cao Cao had arrived.
[Yan Zhusheng]: We are about to get on the plane.
【Li Luo】:Yes, received.
[Yan Zhusheng]: My mother’s friend is the president of her company, but I didn’t expect that his daughter turned out to be Xixi.
[Li Luo]: Huh? Don’t you know?
[Yan Zhusheng]: Of course I know both of them, but this is the first time we see them together.
After Yan Zhusheng said this, Li Luo remembered that Ying Zhicheng didn't come to the last parent-teacher meeting.
It is estimated that Ying Zhicheng has never brought Ying Chanxi to meet Yuan Wanqing and Yan Zhusheng before.
Is this the first time the two families have met?
On the other hand, Ying Chanxi already knew that Yuan Wanqing was Yan Zhusheng's mother.
At most, I didn't know that Yuan Wanqing was an artist in Ying Zhicheng's company.
In contrast, parents on both sides are probably more surprised.
After all, Yuan Wanqing had met Ying Chanxi at the parent-teacher meeting before, but she never expected that she would be Ying Zhicheng's daughter.
Ying Zhicheng didn't expect that their daughters were quite familiar with each other in school.
After Ying Zhicheng and Yuan Wanqing discovered this, they felt relieved for some reason.
After all, if the relationship between two girls is good, then once they announce their relationship in the future, there will be much less resistance from their children.
As for the pressure from external public opinion, it is secondary to the two of them.
After all, Yuan Wanqing is already in her thirties, so it is normal for her to find a husband and get married.
Her fans are not too crazy.
However, after being reminded by Yan Zhusheng, Li Luo suddenly realized something.
Ever since her phone chat with Ying Chanxi ended one night a few days ago, she seemed to have never looked for him again?
I haven't taken the initiative to chat with him for several days. Before, because I was dragged here by my senior sister to collect information every day and tortured, I didn't have time to think too much.
At this time, when Yan Zhusheng mentioned Yingchan River, Li Luo was suddenly shocked.
[Li Luo]: You didn’t tell Aunt Yuan about me, right? Uncle Ying probably doesn’t know about my novel writing yet.
[Yan Zhusheng]: I definitely didn’t say that. When my mother talks about you to others, she always calls you Xianran and won’t mention your real name. I have reminded her of this.
Seeing what Yan Zhusheng said, Li Luo breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved.
[Li Luo]: That’s good. I should be worrying too much.
But Li Luo probably never would have thought that Ying Zhicheng would be suspicious of him just because he met Ying Zhicheng in the corridor of Huayue Film and Television Company.
So much so that internal contracts were pulled out and reported to Ying Zhicheng by Secretary Rong.
Li Luo was the one who rekindled this information, so naturally there was no way to hide it.
It can only be said that as the president of a company, Ying Zhicheng's sensitive sense of smell in this regard is indeed beyond doubt.
But poor Li Luo didn't know what happened at this time.
However, Li Luo then thought about it and realized that he had planned to show off his cards during the Chinese New Year anyway, and it would only last a few days, so there was no need to worry about this.
It's better to worry about Ying Chanxi's reaction after reading his novel.
"Let's eat." Xu Youyu brought the rice to Li Luo and couldn't help but look at his face strangely, "Why do you feel that your face is a bit ugly?"
"It's okay." Li Luo took a deep breath, but he was ready to face life and death.
"What's the meaning?"
"I plan to have a showdown with Xixi during the Chinese New Year and talk about the novel I'm writing."
"Ah? Is it true?" Xu Youyu's eyes widened, a little in disbelief, "Why are you saying this so quietly?"
"My mother is such a big talker. When I didn't remind her, she even told several relatives about me writing a book." Li Luo said helplessly.
"This time I go to the countryside for the Chinese New Year. Who knows how my relatives will spread the news."
"Rather than being discovered by Ying Chanxi, it is better to take the initiative to confess and be lenient."
"Hahahaha~" After hearing this, Xu Youyu immediately slapped the table and laughed, "I'm already looking forward to what Xixi's reaction will be when she reads your novel and sees Shen Dongdong."
"It's just collecting information." Li Luo said seriously with a straight face, "If you laugh again, I will recommend your book to Xixi and Zhusheng."
Xu Youyu: "???"
"If you want to be a self-destruct truck, forget it, don't drag me into the water!" Xu Youyu shouted loudly, "I finally hid it from my father, so don't try to trick me into something new."
"That's what I said." Li Luo curled his lips, "Seeing how you don't trust me, I already feel hurt."
"Come on, come on, eat more." Xu Youyu smiled and brought him some vegetables, "You have worked hard these days cooking. Youyu is very grateful. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely work as a cow or a horse to repay this great kindness!"
"Why don't you commit yourself to each other in this life?" Li Luo raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it true that being a cow or a horse in the next life is just for people who don't like it?"
"If you want to, I can't think of it, little lady." Xu Youyu blinked his big eyes, glanced at him shyly, then shyly covered his sight with his hands, and said shyly, "I'm afraid of Mr. Lang.
If you don't like me, I won't dare to speak nonsense."
The corner of Li Luo's mouth twitched: "...You are such an addict, you are really addicted to acting. Writing online articles is really a waste of your talent. I will prepare to enter the film and television industry in the future."
"Are you going to sleep with the great director?" Xu Youyu rolled his eyes.
Xu Youyu is well versed in all kinds of entertainment industry gossip. It's okay to ask her to write related novels. If she really wants to go into battle herself, she'd better not be sensitive and stay as far away as possible.
The two of them were chatting and eating.
Soon, Li Luo received the last message from Yan Zhusheng before boarding the plane.
【Yan Zhusheng】: It’s about to take off.
[Li Luo]: Well, tell me when you land.
After talking to Yan Zhusheng, Li Luo thought about it and took the initiative to send a message to Ying Chanxi.
[Li Luo]: Is the plane about to take off?
[Li Luo]: Remember to send me a message after you land.
No immediate reply.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that Li Luo's phone vibrated.
He picked it up and saw that there was only one word on it.
[Ying Chanxi]: Oh.
…
Afternoon, Yuhang City Writers Association.
As usual, Li Guoru spent the whole morning wandering around the nearby community park, looking for people to chat and play chess. After going home for lunch, he wandered over to the Writers' Association.
"Where's Jingchun? Why don't you have tea here?" When he came to the activity room of the Writers' Association, Li Guoru looked around and couldn't find any of his old acquaintances, so he asked the people beside him.
"You must be busy." The man responded, "Go to the corridor and have a look. It's probably there."
"Oh, thanks."
After hearing this, Li Guoru turned around and left the activity room and walked towards the corridor outside.
The Writers Association is divided into an office department and an activity department.
The former is mainly used for receiving guests and office space, while the latter is an activity area for association members.
The corridor where Sun Jingchun was at this time was the connection between the two.
On the walls on both sides of the corridor, there are various portraits and announcements about the Writers' Association, including some famous members of the association, introductions to the establishment of the Writers' Association, and its development over the years, etc.
Today, one of the previously vacant bulletin boards is about to receive its new owner.
Li Guoru walked all the way to the corridor and saw Sun Jingchun and two staff members next to him.
The three of them held a new notice in their hands and carefully placed it on the bulletin board. After making sure it was stable and safe, they clapped their hands and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Sun Jingchun thanked the two staff members, then took two steps back to look at the latest announcement, and nodded with satisfaction, "That's enough."
"What the hell is this?"
Li Guoru came closer curiously, looked up, and saw the largest font on the bulletin board - "Warmly celebrate the successful conclusion of the first joint symposium of the Qianjiang Province Internet Writers Association."
"Oh." Li Guoru remembered, "What you mentioned to me last time was the symposium of the people who write online articles, right?"
"Yes, that's it." Sun Jingchun nodded and looked at the announcement with his hands on his hips, "It just ended a few days ago, and the photos came out. To make an announcement, it needs to be put up for publicity for a while."
"How was the symposium? Is it interesting?" Li Guoru asked with a smile.
"What's the point?" Sun Jingchun shook his head repeatedly, "The Writers Association invited several guests, one of whom was a writer from our side. When he came to the stage to give a speech, he threw away the normal manuscript he had prepared in advance and almost started scolding him on the spot.
You didn’t pull me back.”
"Hey, is there such a thing?" Li Guoru was surprised, and then couldn't help but said, "Which one is it?"
"Take the first prize for the emerging writer who was commended by the Writers Association before, Chu Sheng, for writing "My Father"." Sun Jingchun said in a low voice, "Chairman Li is his nephew."
"He?" When Li Guoru heard this, he immediately looked disgusted, "He's not as good as what I wrote."
"Shhh!" Sun Jingchun quickly silenced him, "It's better to say less about this matter. The activity for the emerging writer was originally organized specifically for others, otherwise there wouldn't be enough funds. It's just a pheasant prize, so just give it to me.
chant."
"It's just this kind of thing, it's not me. Although I don't like those online writing forums, I won't go to him, right?" Li Guoru clicked his tongue twice.
"Ahem." Sun Jingchun coughed twice, "It was also recommended by Chairman Li, otherwise there were only four guests, and he was forced into it."
Li Guoru: "..."
Upon hearing this, Li Guoru immediately shook his head.
However, he had traveled extensively and done a lot of business before, so he was not surprised by this kind of thing.
After complaining to Sun Jingchun for a few words, I stopped talking about it and looked carefully at the bulletin board above.
"They are all very young. Look at them." Li Guoru glanced at them for a few times, then skipped the text and looked directly at the photos above.
There is a group photo of the conference hall as a whole, as well as a side photo of the five guests sitting in a row.
In addition, there are photos of the three winners of the essay competition.
"Those who write online articles are quite young." Sun Jingchun nodded and said, "There are still minors here."
"Underage?" Li Guoru was surprised, "How old are you?"
"16 years old, still in the first grade of high school." Sun Jingchun laughed and shook his head, "During the meeting, that Chu Sheng caught someone and scolded him, but he was rebuked with reason and evidence. It was really embarrassing."
"Is there such a thing?" Li Guoru looked at the large group photo in the conference hall and asked curiously, "Who is this young man? Point to me?"
"You don't need to look at this one, just look at the group photo of the winners of the urban essay competition." Sun Jingchun pointed to the photo in the lower right corner, "The young man in the middle is standing with Secretary Cao of the Provincial Writers Association."
Li Guoru looked intently in the direction he pointed, and soon saw the handsome and handsome boy.
Originally, he was just curious and passed by after taking a quick look.
But after taking a quick look, Li Guoru subconsciously let out a sigh, feeling that the young man looked familiar, so he took a closer look.
Just one look, and it was clear that something was wrong, and no one said anything.
Li Guoru had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face. He felt like he saw something, but he was a little unsure.
Sun Jingchun on the side saw something strange about him, and suddenly asked strangely: "What's wrong with you? Can this still show you flowers?"
"I don't know if I can see the flowers, but..." Li Guoru was a little unsure and scratched his head and couldn't help but said, "But I seem to know this kid..."
"Ah? Do you know him?" Sun Jingchun was surprised and quickly asked, "Where did you know him?"
"Wait, wait, just in case, lest it make a mistake and make it funny." Li Guoru raised his hand and said, "Your photo is still a bit blurry, so let me ask you, do you know this child's real name?
"
"I know." Sun Jingchun recalled, "It's called Li Luo. Li Luo, Luo is Yingluo's Luo."
"Ouch!" Li Guoru slapped his thigh and said in shock, "That's true!"
"Do you really know me?" Sun Jingchun asked in surprise, "How do you know me?"
"Look what his surname is." Li Guoru suddenly laughed and shook his head, "The surname is Li, this is the child of my Li family, my youngest biological brother, his son, Li Luo! I said that the more I look at him, the more familiar he looks.
Well, it turns out it’s true!”
When Sun Jingchun heard what he said, his mouth opened wide.
"This kid is really promising." Li Guoru was amazed when he found out that this was his nephew, "I heard a while ago that he was writing online articles, and I advised him to study hard so that he can write online articles after he goes to college.
.”
"I didn't expect that this really made him famous, and he even won an essay award."
"Is there a prize for this essay competition? How much is it?"
"Well...he won the first prize, with a bonus of 50,000 yuan." Sun Jingchun twitched his lips and replied.
"That's a lot." Li Guoru said in surprise, "The bonus is so much."
For Li Guoru, fifty thousand yuan is not a big sum of money, but when he thinks that a child like Li Luo got the award, it is very valuable.
"Haha, it's quite a lot." Sun Jingchun smiled bitterly. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but remind Li Guoru, "But you don't know that the book he wrote is worth much more than this bonus."
"Ah? What do you mean?" Li Guoru was stunned for a moment, unable to react.
"You don't know yet," Sun Jingchun said, "His copy of "I'm Really Not a Star" earned this amount just last month."
As he spoke, he raised three fingers.
Li Guoru looked at his hand, a little surprised: "Thirty thousand?"
"Three hundred thousand!" Sun Jingchun said loudly, "Strictly speaking, it should be three hundred and seventy thousand! A full three hundred and seventy thousand!"
"And you don't know that your nephew joined the Provincial Internet Writers Association just because of this book."
"He was also invited by Secretary Cao in person to join the Provincial Writers Association. This is really a promising future!"
As soon as these words came out.
Li Guoru slowly opened his mouth and his mind was buzzing.
He recalled what he said at the dinner table when he went to his brother's house before, and he couldn't help but blush.
Then I thought that I had only managed to sneak into the Municipal Writers Association with the help of others to polish my personal memoirs, and Li Luo had already been invited in person by the secretary of the Provincial Writers Association at a young age.
Thinking of this, Li Guoru was speechless for a moment.
Everyone was stunned and silent for a long time.
Chapter completed!